Cooper (The Family Simon #6) - Juliana Stone Page 0,62
his mouth was on the back of her neck as he slowly slipped her bra off.
His hands slid around her, cupping her breasts from underneath as he continued to kiss the side of her neck. Greedy fingers touched her nipples, and she whimpered as long-forgotten sensations shot through her like sparks of energy that hit hard, right between the legs. She shuffled a bit, trying to alleviate some of the pressure, but it was no use.
He rolled his forefinger over the rosy peaks, pressing into her from behind as her head fell back against him.
“I need to see you,” he murmured into her neck.
Morgan stiffened, breaths falling from her in sporadic spurts as a tingle of uncertainty washed over her. She wanted this so badly, and yet…was she brave enough to follow through?
“Will you let me see you?”
She was fully exposed, only the throbbing area between her legs covered by a thin piece of cotton. All that skin. Some mottled and scarred. Forever damaged.
“Can you let me see you?” His voice was low and raspy—the tone so intimate that an immediate answer erupted between her legs.
Hell yes.
It was now or never.
Morgan’s eyes were still shut—she couldn’t open them if she wanted to. Slowly, she turned around, hands fisted at her sides, head down, long hair giving her some sort of protection.
Several long moments passed. Moments filled with flashes of images. Images of the scars down her right shoulder and arm. The mottled skin on the right side of her neck. The deep scar on her leg.
So much imperfection and ugliness. With a small whimper, she would have turned away, except Cooper was there, his mouth on hers, his hands roving her body and settling over her hips. He kissed her, murmuring things against her mouth she didn’t understand—didn’t understand because her head was spinning.
When he finally gave up her mouth, his lips moved to her neck, there where the skin was damaged. He held her and kissed every inch, and even though she couldn’t feel his lips there, his hands were so gentle, she felt the sting of tears.
When he moved to her breasts, she arched upward, wanting him to touch and taste. Wanting him to tease and take.
And he did. Cooper Simon opened his hot mouth over her nipple. He flicked his tongue across the pebbled peak and tugged at it, his teeth causing all sorts of delicious friction. She cried out. And maybe moaned a little.
“That feels so good.”
“Babe,” Cooper spoke gruffly, his mouth making its way up to hers. “We’re just getting started.”
He rested his forehead against hers, and her hands crept up to his shoulders. She could feel how tense his muscles were, the sinewy ropes pulled tight.
“Open your eyes for me,” he said quietly.
She didn’t want to. If they were closed, she couldn’t see. If she couldn’t see, she could pretend that she was normal and whole…and deserving of a man like Cooper.
“Now,” he commanded.
Chest heaving, Morgan slowly fluttered her eyelids upward. Her mouth fell open at the look on Cooper’s face. It was dark and passionate—almost feral. But there was something else there. What that something else was, she didn’t really know. The only thing Morgan did know was that it made her feel safe. And wanted. And…
“You’re so fucking beautiful. You need to know that.” His hand trailed over her skin, the large fingers splayed across the mottled skin on her shoulder and then her neck.
“All of you. Every single goddamn inch. Never let anyone make you believe otherwise.”
His hands made their way upward, skimming the tops of her aching breasts, caressing the sensitive area at the base of her neck, before sinking into the tousled hair at her nape.
“All I can think about is being inside you.”
Ping.
The throb between her legs ramped up something fierce. His hand slid between them, down her body until it settled over the damp scrap of material between her legs. She bit her lip but wasn’t able to hold back the groan as he gently kneaded her through the cotton. Not once did his gaze leave her.
“I’m going to taste you.” His fingers slipped inside her panties and sank between her slick folds. “Right here.” He arched an eyebrow, a wicked grin touching his mouth. “Will you let me…” He thrust his finger inside her, his grin widening when she gasped. “Put my mouth right here?”
He curved his finger, and she gripped his shoulders, her body tensing at the wave of pleasure that rolled through her.